I grew up overshadowed by lush gates
Couldn't catch the eye of no city girlHere I am devoted to Bob
How I love the way you look in your turquoise jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye
Where the lush gates stand
And the massive volcanoes surround
I'll ride my yellow truck with you by my side
There's a whisper in the Winchester breeze
Reminding me of Rachel
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Rachel in the morning skies
You appear on the horizon
Brushing that curly hair from your eyes
The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement gates like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the owls
Don't live your life like a goose
Today might feel a time to be like a goose
But that ain't no way to lead a life
You know, there's a lot I drive by in my yellow truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay helpful, Bob
Always stay helpful
In Winchester, when I was a child
I met a helpful man
"How can you be so helpful?" asked I
Here was his wise reply
Don't live your life like a goose
Today might feel a time to be like a goose
But that ain't no way to lead a life
Met an old lady who lived like a goose
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise
Don't live your life like a goose
Today might feel a time to be like a goose
But that ain't no way to lead a life
That lady's gone now
It's sad really
Word is, she had curly hair once
Little Bob, keep your jeans turquoise
Always stay helpful, Bob
Always stay helpful
Owls, owls, owls
Owls, owls, owls...
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